She had expected the bartering; after all, what else was left when physical violence had been set aside for predatory glares and the rumbling of her black heart? The Lady catches the words in dark lined ears, smiles cryptically to each syllable in turn, the way that the girl’s face had contorted and twisted as she tried to explain her presence here. For a moment, Illynx wonders how it is one is expected to act at the other borders aside from her own; all she knows is that her kin take to trespassing lightly, storm or shine, especially when the one found on the premises is utterly unworthy of the sights she absorbs.

That she knows she was unwanted here causes the ears of the queen to grow all the more flat atop her crown, the following bend of words already soiled with lies for the simple fact that the stupid air cow had not taken immediately to the skies after landing so gracelessly in the land of unicorns. The golden Lady runs her eyes along the appendages rising from the younger mare’s shoulders as she hurriedly explains herself, wondering if her new electrical powers would prove useful should her toy take flight before she has a chance to fully decide what she is to do with her.

A familiar footfall tugs her attentions towards him, the black death riding the sea of fading white towards them, the midnight tendrils of his hair waving behind his powerful movements like the banners of war. He looks to her with an expression that mirrors her own confusions, her desire to tear asunder the victim before her and a secondary need to appease the golden hearts of some of her people. It is an awful place to be, pressed between two ideals so very different from one another, and the confusion on what to do drives into her and leaves her feeling as surely panicked as the Lady Psyche had felt.

It only reads as savage hatred on her face. Perhaps… that is all it is, anyway.

"Why in such a hurry now, little sparrow?" she croons, dancing her way more between the mare and the pathway out, though Illynx doubts she’ll be attempting to run with functioning wings on her back and a limb seemingly out of commission, ”You already linger on stolen time. You owe us more than just a quick apology and a sudden departure."

She laughs, a bright and mocking thing that flits through the air.

"Oh, how about a game?" she says, feigning childlike innocence with a stream of bubbling laughter breaking from her lips as she restlessly dances on golden dipped legs. "You win, you can go home." An eye angles towards her black counterpart, the nefarious creature that ruled the herd alongside her, the delight in her game rising to the surface of her features.

"If not, he can have you."

And believe me, feathered one, you would much rather you didn’t lose.